Guest blog by Katharine Fountain.
In first year of University I told my friend that I couldn’t play because my guitar would be too loud in the dorms. He randomly had this baby Fender amp and passed it on to me, I took it as a symbol of encouragement. The truth was that I didn’t really feel like playing guitar anymore after my brother passed away, because he had influenced my decision to start in the first place. It took me a while to realize that music was what I needed to heal.
A year after getting this amp I was playing again, 2 years after I was performing and now, 3 years later I am getting set to record.
Grit your teeth and toss a middle finger to the obstacles in life. Ultimately you are the only one responsible for your circumstances.